Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Back in the real world, Carmine and the rest of the Specialist Operators were having a meltdown ever since they couldn't connect to Atlan's battle suit for the longest time.

This told them that something wrong had happened. However, they could do nothing to help because all forms of communication with Atlan and the rest of the team were through the battle suit.

This was the worst thing that could happen to them.

Carmine and his team continued to look for solutions, blurting out ideas left and right even if they were utterly stupid. It didn't matter. They just wanted something to do to try and solve this communication problem.

But of course, they were simply beating a dead horse. Even if they couldn't accept it, it was a fact that Atlan's battle suit had completely lost its ability to transmit audio and video to them.

While the Saviors were busy panicking, the Elder Heads all looked at each other with concern building up in their foreheads.

They opened up a private communication to talk to each other.

"We can do nothing at this point," the bald guy said.

"That is right," the elderly woman replied. "Our Genesis God has already foretold us that this would happen. He told us not to worry."

"But even so," the old man with gray hair said. "One wrong move with the mission could spell the doom of our entire City!"

The Elder Heads continued to argue amongst each other, some advocating for a different plan, and some trying to calm them down and let things pass as they would pass.

Of course, the last decision would come from their leader, the old man at the center of their seats.

"Our God has spoken. He told us not to worry, so we should not worry. He has a plan. There is a reason why he chose that Star Porter to lead this mission. Although we do not know why, he seems to regard that young one with high value."

The main reason why they insisted on Atlan becoming the porter for this mission was because the Genesis God instructed them to do so.

Although they didn't agree that the fate of the entire city should rest on a talented but inexperienced porter, they had to accept his request because he was their God.

Now, they would finally know why God chose Atlan.

Just then, a large tremor resounded through the Emergency Meeting room.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. They all looked at each other, confused if they were the only ones who felt that or not.

After all, this was the Emergency Meeting room. It was supposed to be the most protected and undisturbed place in the entire City. Yet somehow, a tremor was able to shake through their defenses and reach the Emergency Meeting room.

Carmine and the rest of the Specialist Operators looked towards the Elder Heads, with confusion on their faces.

But when they looked at the Elder Heads, they realized that they too weren't expecting this result. Their eyes showed confusion and fear.

After all, there was only one reason why they would feel a tremor in this room.

And before any of them could even speak, the pure white infinite room that surrounded the Emergency room started to bleed red.

The words EMERGENCY were plastered around the walls numerous times. Bells and ringing resounded through the room, bringing everyone's attention to a halt.

"What's…what's happening…" Carmine uttered to himself in despair.

Just then, the leader of the Elder Heads finally made a move. He reached for the holographic projector in the middle of the large table.

With a few inputs, he was able to show the current situation of Genesis City.

They didn't even have to look for the problem. It was staring at them right in their faces.

The Church exploded. Plain and simple.

There was nothing but dust, ashes, and coal inside the crater that was supposed to be their beacon of hope. Everyone gasped, unable to take a breath as they looked at the destruction that surrounded the Church.

They couldn't believe it. The church was gone. Just like that.

"What…."

"The Church…"

"How…"

There was only one reason why the Church was gone.

The mission failed.

But even that was an undetermined answer. After all, if the mission did fail, then they weren't supposed to even know that the mission failed. They would have just blown up into pieces along with the entire City.

Somehow, only the Church blew up, which was completely out of their predictions. According to all knowledge, scripture, and teachings, a church was the heart of a God. Once it was gone, then the God was gone as well. And if the God was gone, then the territory they once held would soon perish with the God.

However, that wasn't happening. They were still alive.

"What is happening?!" Carmine said, grabbing his head in a panic.

Carmine was worrying about the Church itself and their well-being. But for the Elder Heads, their concern was directed at something else.

They all looked at the projection on the table and saw people coming out of their homes and gazing at the church in the distance. They all couldn't help but kneel on the ground in despair, feeling as if everything was starting to go downhill.

More and more people started to walk towards the Church with blank, empty faces.

And as they approached, they suddenly saw the dead bodies of the guards and soldiers that were caught by the explosion.

And deep down, they realized it themselves.

Their immortality was gone. People could die now.

This realization sent a shiver down their spines. Some of them simply fell to the floor, giving up on their life once they figured out the truth. Some people shouted in anger and despair, cursing the gods and the destiny that befell them.

But more people started to run away. They wanted to get out of Genesis City.

They shouted at everyone that were just starting to walk towards the Church. They wanted to warn them.

"God is dead! Immortality is dead! Save yourselves now!"